Shopping for a Husband (Part l)


Husband StoreThere’s a store where a woman can shop for a husband.  It’s in Manhattan, of course.  That’s where you’d expect to find such a gem.

On Thanksgiving Day, I’ll tell the folks who come to the lazy Bee more about this fabulous store.  For now, I’ll just say to you folks reading this  blog about the traditions we have at our little ranch to celebrate this holiday. On next week’s blog,  you’ll hear Part II about these husbands

Before we sit down in the bar room — every ranch should have such and ours has been guaranteed – everyone is welcomed with a beverage.

Then, there is a program in the living room.  Everyone is asked to “do” something, even if it’s just to stand up and say more a little more about themselves.  We’ve had surprisingly talented guests, from musicians to the juggler who tried to teach guests his skills (very funny) to a couple who had a conversation with God.

This Thanksgiving, Bud’s collection of shot glasses filled with Gretchen’s Apple Pie beverage.  We’ll start with toasts to people who are no longer with us.

The first is the young man, Max, who died unexpectedly while visiting his Mom in Oklahoma City at the tender age of thirty.   The other is Rod Kohlieber who died a few days ago at age 57.  His mechanical and woods skills kept our little valley going for the last seven years.  He knew how to find and identify mushrooms, how to made any vehicle run, and how to take down window-making trees.

Our chefs will be many.  One, however, is going to show off one of his skills as his “performance.”  Bud is using his new cutting board that’s almost as big as the kitchen and carving the twenty-pound turkey that’s been brining in an orange peel brine filled with many herbs and apple cider.

Wish you could be here.  Just picture adults, one pre-teen and one teenager, all sitting together at the long, narrow table that weighs one hundred and twenty pounds.  I had made years ago for Thanksgiving celebrations.  No kids’ table.   Barry will help Bud carry it back to storage when the day is over.

We’ll end the da with lots of laughs as we break into two teams and vie for lottery tickets.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING from  the  Lazy  Bee.

Author: lebensbornnovel

There at the base of a mountain, I live in a rustic cabin with my engineer/writer husband and loving cat, Alfie. I am a former journalist and pr consultant. In my blog I attempt to capture a sliver of WW history, the Lebensborn program to create a Master Race, and to add newsworthy tidbits which are 'somewhat' relevant to this subject.

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